Steven held the love of his life in his arms with tearful eyes. "I may be a Lovett, but I no longer have anything to do with that family the moment they were mean to you."

Amelia was moved and worried. "Steve..."

"I no longer have a home."

Though Steven chuckled helplessly, he felt relieved and liberated. "I am still Steven Lovett, but the heir of the Lovetts is dead."

"Who said you don't have a home?"

Furrowing her brows, Amelia put a finger on his lips. "Home is where I am. My family is your family, too."

The moon, shrouded in a haze, hung high in the velvety night sky.

The pair wound up in bed together.

stiffly next to Amelia. Neither crossed the line to each other's side of the

by her warmth and the

stirred in

himself on being a restrained gentleman, it was pure torture to lay next to the love of

scent

she leaned in, the loose shirt

out of his heart, Steven closed his eyes so as not to violate

eyes and look at me." Amelia's lip clung to his ear, and he felt the

sweat in his

"Take me, Steve."

by lust, he cast

rolled over, an overpowering spy voice held a thick her. His of raw desire. "Amelia, are

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